Amity X Hunter Novels & Stories

“Did she smell like a hunter?” I shook my head, taking a deep breath as if I could catch her scent even now. “So a werewolf?” I scoffed and said, “Why would a werewolf be with a hunter?” Even though we held truces with them, no werewolf trusted a hunter enough to interact with them outside of the sacred meetings places that were neutral ground to all of us. He shrugged, “Well, did she?” “No, she didn’t smell like a werewolf but she wasn’t human either. She smelt like nothing I’ve ever smelt before.”

Hunter 17: Inner Turmoil His silver eyes met my deep blue ones, their intensity piercing through my soul. The euphoria I felt intensified, a warm, comforting sensation that enveloped me. My heart, which had been pounding with anticipation, now beat with a steady rhythm, a sense of calm and safety washing over me. “Oh, my goodness! Who would have thought our brother Hades would be blessed with such a breathtakingly stunning woman!” The beautiful woman exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. Her bubbly personality was evident in her animated gestures and infectious enthusiasm.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

Hunter replied with a smirk. "You will still remain a baby to me no matter how tall or strong you become," Shirley replied, looking away from him. Looking at his face is becoming difficult, because is he looking more like Zane each day. His smirk just reminded her of Zane right now, and in as much as she was happy to have a replica of her mate as her son, it hurts knowing the fate that met her mate. "So what Hunter said is true then...I can't believe that he beat you in a duel, and not only he beat you, but within five minutes that the match started? Wow, I'm impressed," Amelia said.

“Mr. Cohen, we’ve only met once before, and we don’t know each other that well. We’re also working together on equal terms. Other people want nothing more than to avoid having anything to do with Skylight, much less send resources to us.” “...” If Hunter had known that Sydney was such a suspicious person, he would not have answered that call yesterday. “I’m lying. Actually, I don’t want you to cooperate with ZX,” Hunter said seriously. He pulled out his phone and showed her a picture. “This is my girlfriend, but she was seduced by President Smith’s son, and the two went abroad together.” As he spoke, he revealed an expression of deep love. “I love this girlfriend very much. I gave her a car,

His hands are both full of plates with meat, while there are still some on the grill waiting to be turned so it won't be burnt. While Hunter was walking closer toward the group near a bonfire, the words of Cromwel, flashed through his head. He paused for a moment, then took a good gaze towards the woman who was smiling beautifully while playing some card game with Carter. She has beautiful curly red hair, fair skin, and green eyes. Her teeth are white, and her lips has naturally color of roses. Hunter knew inside him what he wanted. He knew he was strong. All those years of training, and leading, will not go to waste. Why would he need a mate if he alone is already strong?

“I am a witch hunter, that was why Voldin used me. Hunters are common for angel, werewolf hybrids. Outside of being this kind of hybrid, hunters are rare in any species.” “What makes hunters so different besides their abilities to track?” I was desperate for information. She smiled at me. “Our abilities become more vast after killing something that our senses track more dutifully than others. There are different abilities depending on what you track, abilities that make hunting your prey easier.” She looked at Trenton. “You are also a witch hunter aren’t you?” “I am. Not that I have killed any yet.” “I can tell. You haven’t fully awakened your abilities.” Amelia smiled. “My abilities are see

Aleah asked, her heart aching with the weight of the situation. Hunter let out a simple sigh and looked at Aleah. "There is one thing we should do," he said, raising his right hand as if making a solemn vow. Aleah furrowed her brow in confusion, and those around them were equally shocked by his gesture. They all knew the significance of what he was doing. "I, Hunter Bryant of the Silver Luminaries Pack, reject you, Aleah De Luna, as my mate and my wife," Hunter declared, causing everyone to gasp in astonishment.

She walked and He just couldn't wrap his head around it. "Good evening, sorry I'm late" she greeted gave a sheepish smile. Moving to draw out a chair to take a sit. Alden and Stiles reached out for the chair together. Hey" Alden answered "You look beautiful." Thank you so much, Amelia blushed with thanks. Giving him a wink. Stiles was furious. "Do have your sit so we can proceed ." For the hunt games we need a lot of hunters, The hunters will stay behind and the warriors will acckmlany them in case there is an attack.......

- Yes, if I knew! The hunter doesn't talk to the wolves, he just attacks and kills. No questions, no pity. And sometimes cruel! Very cruel. And now he's killed my brother Jeremy. And of the true wolves in our clan, I was left alone. I have no one who, after my death, would take the place of the leader. Now there is no. And I need an heir. Highly! And he looked straight at Amy. From his predatory, piercing look, she felt uneasy, and a shiver ran through her body, from which everything inside froze with fear.